My eyes looked at what was before me
But it made no sense to me at all
It's not that I choose to ignore you
It's just your friends play on the call

When reality doesn't affect them
I find them not very wise at all
When they can call no future projections
The people end up paying for it all

They only worry about their own crowd
How to place them after the fall
The people's bank is theirs now
For the wisdom of the small